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The sound of a sigh and a tumbling die
The Cardinal
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Too long I contemplated the dice in my hand
I fretted the odds and chances
the angle of the toss
the gravity of chaos spent

So long I contemplated the dice in my hand
that they became a sick burden
their weight nothing more than a chain of another sort

I gasped
I threw
And I found a moment
unexpected and joyous
in the in-between
when all my power
(crudely built in worry and pride)
was gone
when the future and the dawn of an answer
still lay in the tumbling of a die

I free fall and there is no where to go but up

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